[ Zhou Zishu watches him go, falling into the sort of silent observation that's old habit now. The energy that seems to have nowhere to go, tied up in too many emotions. Wen Kexing has always been a physical sort of man, the open expression to Zhou Zishu's quiet reticence. He hides so much less than he thinks he does.
It hurts to watch. But Zhou Zishu has never been particularly good at being reassuring, especially not for hurts this deep and old. ]
Lao Wen. [ And then, softer. ] Xing'er. You're here with me.
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It hurts to watch. But Zhou Zishu has never been particularly good at being reassuring, especially not for hurts this deep and old. ]
Lao Wen. [ And then, softer. ] Xing'er. You're here with me.